My grandmother is very religious
Even though the world is twisted and sick
She still prays for a living
Sophomore year her daughter was killed
At 12 or 13 her older brother's life disappears
But somehow someway, she gets down to pray
My grandmother is very religious
A small town she resides in
Dusty dirt roads and no police sirens
Struggling to pay for a light to stay on in her house
But somehow someway
She finds joy when she prays
My grandmother is very religious
Til this day I ask myself how
How can she believe and love so deeply in something she's never seen
How can she sing these gospel melodies
When lying on a dusty blue couch is how she sleeps
How could you be so religious?
You've never seen this holy ghost
You've never walked in the streets of gold
For goodness sake you've never held gold
But you lively beating heart is for the lord
I don't get how you could be so religious
Especially when you've gone through all of this
"Have faith child" is what you tell me
But all around the world there are babies with empty bellies
But we all believe in this?
This world where children have to use books as shields to bullets
Yet those people have a religion
My grandmother is very religious
"God will take care of us" she boasts
A woman who was once dirt poor boasts
About her strong faith and religion
I hope one day
I can say
That my faith is as strong as hers

I'm just another teen with crippling depression

As each day goes by, I doubt writing's my profession

My last name isn't Green, King or Kaur

And if I think I'll write a famous book in college I'll just leave college poor

I don't want to be 23, living by shore

Coming home with my briefcase, living a life full of bore

I want to come home, coffee in my hand, ready to write more

But I feel like everything I write makes people bored

I dream of having my books all over bookstores

But honestly at this point, maybe another job is what I'll look for